You gave me a smile and now I'm giving it back.
Except the more I take, the more I receive.
The more I give back, the more I wanna give.
It keeps jumping off the walls of our affections.
It draws out its reflection from the mirror of the receiver.
When it is genuinely given, it is genuinely returned.
If it is forced, who can fault the receiver's reaction?
It's returns may be simple but priceless.
Receive my smile with these words:
'You are my reason for writing these'.
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